Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Same Place- Different Pajamas (Green Plaid)
I should have photographed the list of "things done" that I made on Monday. Twenty things. I actually do more stuff than I thought I did, in a day. I usually think I have done nothing.
Yesterday began, at work, with a customer ordering a "celebration of life" potted Peace lily for a young woman who had died much too soon, unexpectedly. Someone I knew. Someone who had cut my hair and painted my nails for years. I was professional while I took the order over the phone and then I cried. I had known, but didn't believe it was true. It was true. And it was heartbreaking. She had been in tremendous pain for one or two years now. Her back. G and I saw her only a few weeks ago. We stopped to say hello. She reached out to me. I squeezed her hand. I would have hugged her, but was afraid that would be painful--she was in pain, sitting there having supper with her parents. I hadn't seen her in a long time. But I am thankful for that last moment with her.
So, something very sad to start the day. And then, as I was serving G his supper, the phone rang and a dear friend on the West Coast called, instead of sending an email, and we talked for a good long time. It was like we had never stopped talking (but we had grown apart when I stopped traveling to see her). So, the day ended with a good thing. The Yin and Yang of life at 65. Sometimes more Yin. Less Yang. That happens as we grown older. More sad things happening.
I missed my friend in Georgia even more after that phone call. I missed her this morning as I sorted recipes and found so many from meals at her house. Thirty nine years of intertwined lives.
Anyway. I think I will shovel. Bake the pumpkin cheesecake. Work on the Gingerbread House. I won't worry about work--no one will be driving around town in this mess.